Bouncer was almost surprised; she hadn’t really expected any mask to stick around a scene this long, yet here the fox woman was. She pulled her makeshift mask further over her nose, slouching somewhat under the vigilante’s gaze. She had recognized Bouncer as well, which was also something of a surprise. 

“What’re you talking about?” She responded to the fox’s question with another question, affecting a deeper, huskier voice and lifting her shirt up slightly to show a distinct lack of injury. “Like I just told the guy, this blood isn’t mine. I just had a bit of a thing with these other guys, got a bit messy, you know.” 

Bouncer brushed past the EMT, almost acting like he wasn’t there as she circled slowly around the fox, her eyes landing on everything except the other woman. The EMT, realizing he wasn’t needed there, went off to try and assist someone else. “I saw the smoke, figured I might find a mask at its source. Someone who could answer questions.” Bouncer held up one hand, a bloodied slip of paper held between her first two fingers. “An address for a property, recently purchased. Did some digging, buyer was a dead end, so I thought my next stop would be the realtor who handled the transaction. But, well,” she gestured vaguely at the smoldering building, then locked eyes with the vigilante, eyebrow raised. “Know anything, Fox?”